Or Come Out Of My Door Poem by Manonton Dalan

Thinness of night wrap my soul
so delicate i could feel it all
gone; lamp post besides my door
my light to see her walk on shore
tree has grown three rings i know
branches almost covering the flow

She always looks back for a glimpse
maybe she miss something; mind drinks
venetian blinds keep my eyes hidden
pondering what it was before taken
sadness maybe, fading moments pass
i wait for sleep; dream her in past